Category: Personal Blog

I have to get my own P.O box.

No mail again today.

We live in a commercial space and therefore our mail system is weird. I didn’t know this until recently but all the residents of this building have their mail diverted to a P.O box. The main landlord picks it up and brings it to our place and dumps it into a metal box nailed to the wall in the entranceway. Then we each have to pull all the mail out and sort thru it to try to find our mail. This system is fine if you don’t particularly need to get your mail as soon it is delivered. But since I am now always expecting a check because of my business I can’t go on this way. Needless to say this method of mail delivery is rife for mistakes to be made.I have had quite a few instances of lost mail because of this,I am almost sure.
Plus, the landlord doesn’t always come to work in the office downstairs so we don’t get any mail on the days he decides to skip it.This means no mail on Fridays,Saturdays or Mondays or whatever other day he doesn’t stop by.
I am right now so pissed I could spit! I should’ve gotten a P.O box months ago but I wasn’t sure how our mail system worked until 2 weeks ago when I went to speak to the landlord personally.

The joys of loft living just keep coming.

Soggy 4th

If you live in Brooklyn or Manhattan you also had a soggy 4th of July-if you were silly enough to go outside to try to see fireworks,like I and my group of pals was.
We also climbed 12 flights of stairs for the priviledge of being on a roof blocked by a massive building so no fw could be seen anyway.
My boyfriend and I said enough is enough and grumped off home.On the walk we saw a bit of fw from the street and felt that that was plenty.
We’d been on the go all day cooking and shopping for the 4th of July meal and we were beat.
The night before I put a bunch of chicken thighs to marinate in chimmichurri sauce but somehow the bag of marinated chicken was left out all day no one can eat it without becoming really ill.
I’d also made a huge bowl of potato salad that didn’t get eaten,either.harrumph.
My potato salad is great but I got to the apartment where everyone was gathered about 45 minutes too late and everyone was full.
Why was I so late? I had a clothes issue.
If you’ve read any of my other clothes posts you’ll know I am summer clothes challenged.I also thought my boyfriends friends would be bringing their younger,cuter and thinner girlfriends to the party and I didn’t want to look like an old frump next to them. And A had mentioned a few days earlier that one of my favorite things to wear makes me look a little pregnant. Not because my gut sticks out in it but because he thinks it looks like a maternity top. Well.
Not exactly the kind of thing that lends one confidence.
So I took forever to get dressed and walk over to the house where of course there weren’t a bunch of cute girls looking cute at all.None of the guys brought girls.Ha.


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28 Weeks Later

I thought this was one of the best movies I’d ever seen.
I rate a movie by how it affects me after leaving the theatre- and after this one we crept home keeping a very careful eye on our fellow pedestrians lest they suddenly start wanting to rip us apart with their bare hands.
After a few weeks the effects of movie induced paranoia have lessened somewhat but I still like to give myself a tiny thrill by imagining that person across the street is infected, just hasn’t seen me yet!

I’m very tough on movies but I do have a soft spot for zombie films. I don’t care that technically the 2 movies don’t portray “real” zombies but rather “infected” folks…the infected kind of have the same arc as a zombie,don’t they? They get turned and then they want to kill you whether or not they are a family member. Same as any zombie worth his salt would.

And can you deny the opening scene of 28 Weeks Later was not one of the most exciting, horrifying, frenetic and utterly brilliant scenes ever?

I’ve Had It

I’m going to ask my clients if they wouldn’t mind coming here to this blog and giving me some testimonials about their experiences of working with me.

I will ask them to briefly describe the collaborative process we went through,and whether they were satisfied with the finished product.

Why?

Because of this one bad apple client.
I’m getting what can only be described as looneytunes emails about how I am bitter and angry,how they were able to do business like they like(lots of work done for them and they pay for half)before they got messed up with me and my money demanding ways.

I have really had it with these folks.
I’ve had the pleasure of working on and completing 4 sites since theirs,2 of them were hardly paying one not at all,because they couldn’t afford it.I like to do work like this and balance it out with clients who can and should pay.But I cut struggling artists a break.Because I am an artist.
My very latest client is a student and I really enjoyed bringing his vision to life. I did the same thing for the bad apple which is why they quoted a price which was double what I expected.
And they have made me chase this ever since.

According to them I am the unprofessional one.I responded with what I found out that other more higher paid and better known designers have written in their blogs that they would do in my shoes:pull the site until the client pays. So I told them if I am unprofessional they should be happy because they wouldn’t at all like what a professional designer would do if they were me.

We are now in the middle of an email-a-thon because they don’t want me to have the last word! So childish.

Each time I’ve answered an email I have remained on subject,used polite language and refrained from making personal remarks(as much as I could,anyway).
And yet they keep calling me unprofessional merely because I keep asking they pay me.And when they failed to send me a check after a check bounced, I took out 2 links(I put them back later the same night because I’m a bit of a pussy).

Now I have gotten the owner’s life story because I told him he was trying to get something for nothing.
That’s professional? I never felt the need to give my life story to a client!

Designers:Really, really get it on paper,please,for me! Don’t make the mistake that I did.I totally wish I could have just let it go without needing the rest of the payment but I kind of do need that money.Otherwise…you know.